Today we rode west along the south coast of Lake Erie. We are still in New York; I didn’t realize so much of the coast of Lake Erie was still in New York State. Parts were pretty, but basically it was just looking down the road and making miles go by. I realize that this is the first time in decades that I wake up in the morning and have essentially only one thing to do all day. Biking for so many hours is sort of hypnotic; that can be dangerous when you are biking on a busy road with trucks wizzing by.
We are biking in and out of Seneca Indian reservations. Even without the signs the difference is obvious; the houses change from incredibly ornate seasonal beach houses to trailers and houses in disrepair.
Tomorrow is the longest day so far; 97 miles, still along the coast of Lake Erie.
Jeremy Bikes for MS 